Chapter Fourteen
The Healer
I grinned back. "Oh yeah."
"So there’s some kind of war going on right now?"Kenny asked.
Then Ashley spoke. "So the magic man has gone to get the doctor?"
"You could say that, yes." I hoped I wasn't lying. Jor should have been back some time ago. Something just wasn’t right.
"Any more questions?" Matt sounded like a PR rep at a press conference. They all looked at each other and shook their heads.
More looks were exchanged before Ashley stretched out and lay on her side with visible distaste. "I don't suppose you can turn that pet of yours into a pillow...."
"Possibly, but there'd only be one."
The boys followed suit, plopping down in various positions within reach of the fire’s warmth. Sure that I'd never fall asleep, I moved near Rocc, who lay in exactly the same position as the last time I'd checked on him.
But how could a seventeen-year-old with limited Eniywan do any work at all? Mom...Dad...where are you guys? I need you now.
I felt no response of any kind. It was as if my mental cry for help had never left my head, as if I were nothing more than a Nodyran like Matt, with no idea how to harness the power of the mind.
Sadly regretting my serious lack of talent, I settled myself near my brother. There was no use trying to sleep. I’d never be able to stop the thoughts ricocheting inside my mind.